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“I do not understand,” Juno twisted her hands together, glancing from Sloan to the claw machine and back. “It is a… game, to prison these stuffed animals?”

“Yeah! Well, no.” Sloan quickly corrected, scratching at the back of their head as they leaned against the claw machine. “They're just prizes. The fun part is getting them out, look!”

At this, Sloan took over the joystick and began furiously wiggling it. The claw jiggled from side to side, looming ominously over a ramen themed pachimari. Juno watched with a furrowed brow, both of them leaning closer as the claw descended.

“See, yeah!! Yeah, and then it'll drop it in there, and we take it out right here!” Sloan exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the bin and the opening. Juno nodded slowly, her finger pressing against the glass as she tracked the stuffed animal.

“But, how will you get it now?” She asked dejectedly, and Sloan sputtered as they stood back up to press their palms against the machine. The Pachimari had fallen from the machines grip- teetering on the edge of a mountain of pachimari near the bin edge. A frown pulled across Junos face. “They will all be trapped forever.”

Sloan groaned.

The machine suddenly pitched forward, an electric whine filling the air as it tilted dangerously. Juno squeaked, twirling backwards and grabbing onto Sloan’s sleeve.

A massive hand pushed against the top of the machine, sending half the mountain of Pachimari tumbling down the prize chute. A fizz, and a pop, and the cheery yellow lights in the machine died out.

Mauga stepped further into sight, grinning wolfishly at the pair as he leaned against the claw machine. He gestured to the prize bin, meeting Juno's eyes as Sloan groaned. Again.

“Go on, pick one out. I got a few for you.” Mauga crooned, looming over the two much like the claw as he gestured towards the bricked machine.

His massive chest was covered with a plain black shirt, buttoned halfway up the front. Custom shorts went just above his knee- it wasn't easy to get clothes when you're 7 foot something and almost 300 pounds. His cybernetic enhancements peaked out at every expanse of bare skin, but his size and aura really tended to keep people from asking about them.

Juno lit up, jumping on the balls of her feet as her hands flapped. “oh, wow!! Now we will not have to choose which ones can be free!” Face pressed against the glass, her next words were muffled. “But, what if I want to save the one that has not fallen?” Sloan and Mauga followed her fingertip to a Pachimari with a purple mermaid tail, sitting sideways at the top of the remaining plushie mountain.

“Well, since the machine is bricked, we can't really-” Sloan started, but was stopped by a slap to the back that sent them stumbling forward a few steps. They shot a dirty look at Mauga, who steadfast ignored them.

“Just kick that side a couple times. it'll fall down.” Mauga explained, pointing to the far side of the machine. He pulled Sloan back, closer to his side, as Juno nodded.

“You shouldn't teach her all this stuff.” Sloan insisted, though didn't resist Maugas body heat. In fact, they shimmied further against him, relishing his unnatural warmth. Even if his size was a bit intimidating, it didn't feel quite so when pressed together this way. They watched Juno inspect the machine, and give it a half hearted nudge with the toe of her boot.

“Gotta kick it harder than that, doll.” Mauga corrected, nodding at Junos enthusiasm. His palm slid from Sloan’s shoulders to their waist, one hand covering the entire small of their back. When he spoke next, it was to Sloan. “What, how to have fun? You're the only one stressing here, Sloan.” The last word dropped a pitch, terrifying grin pulled across his face as he pulled Venture impossibility closer, pressing his nose against the side of their neck. Inhaling.

Sloan squirmed, a flush rising on their cheeks as they made half an effort to pull away. They didn't budge- effortlessly trapped within his arms. A kiss against the flame tattoos on their neck, the hint of teeth. “Mauga,” Sloan started, brows furrowing even as they flushed red.

“Hya!” A loud shout and thump made them both look up, just in time to see Juno’s hands fly over her mouth as the machine tilted dangerously towards the pair. The remaining Pachimari tumbled against the front of the machine and down the prize chute.

Before Sloan could shout, a huge hand caught the edge of the machine. Maugas body shook as he laughed, pulling Sloan closer with one arm and tilting the machine back to its standstill with his other. They almost felt smothered, but really honestly wouldn't mind suffocating between Maugas tits. It all balanced out.

“Sorry, sorry sorry!!” Juno yelped, hands pressed painfully tight against her cheeks, squishing her face even more so than her horror.

“We're okay! Really, no problem. I mean, except the broken machine, but. Not really our problem, I guess?” Sloan reassured, still squished against Mauga with his arm. They accepted their fate, holding him back, even as their arms hardly reached the other side of his waist.

“Nice. Now we got tons of loot. ” Mauga praised Juno, following her form with twinkling eyes. She hesitated, glancing from him to the machine. Ever so slowly, She stooped down to begin pulling pachi after pachi from the prize chute- searching, it seemed, for her mermaid.

“Pick one out for me.” He instructed, and Juno nodded. She began to line the pachimari up on the floor, ten in each row. They were organized by type, and then color. Sloan smiled softly at her, adoration filling their chest near bursting.

The feeling faded as a small crowd began to form, murmurs about the broken machine and excited screams over the pile of Pachimari on the floor. Children teased the closest edge of the circle, eyes darting between the plushies and Mauga. Mauga grinned, showing his teeth. The children stepped back, and came closer just as quick.

Sloan pulled away from Maugas side, the earlier resistance now slack. Joining Juno, they put a hand on her shoulder as her hands flew, sorting the pachimari.

Juno looked up, eyes wide with worry as her hands started to flap again. “They are everywhere! I don't think I can carry them all home.” She said dejectedly, though she glanced at the crowd around them with interest. “Are they excited that we won?” She clarified, and Sloan opened their mouth, closed it again.

“...we better pick your pachimari and get going.“ Sloan finally said, leaning down to scoop up the ramen pachimari they had been eyeing since the start. Juno nodded, turning back to her task of organizing the pachimari with renowned vigor. She agonized over two for a moment, before scooping up her mermaid and a Pachimari wearing a scuba mask. They were both tucked under her arm, and she held out her other hand expectedly.

Sloan took it without hesitation, pulling her up off the floor and looking around. Mauga was gone- Probably aware of the dozens of eyes on them. Sloane waved awkwardly to a few people, pulling Juno away from the machine and towards the exit. The moment the pair stepped away, a crowd descended upon the released Pachimari.

Stepping out into the cool night, Sloan let out a breath. Junos inexperience made even the mundane exciting again, though sometimes in the oddest ways. Especially with the help of the terrorist she seemed to idolize.

Speaking of.

“Where did Mauga go? Clustered comets, what if he got lost in there?” Juno exclaimed, looking around and not seeing her partner anywhere.

Sloan scoffed at the idea of Mauga lost and nervous in a crowd. It seemed absurd.

They tangled their fingers with Juno’s as they strolled further away from the arcade. “I think he just needed some air,” they mollified, turning their head to watch Juno think. Her brows furrowed together, and she tended to bite her lip red. It made Sloan want to kiss her- keep her mouth and mind occupied. “He doesn't do the best around crowds.”

Not a true answer, but a reasonable one to give, Venture thought as Juno nodded. She was still new to earth- and Sloane didn't think she was quite ready to wrap her head around bounties and terrorism and mass murder and all that yet. Let alone that her boyfriend was one, and that her partner was tasked with helping hunt him down. Uh, little stuff like that. It was just a lot!

They had told her a little bit. That people wanted to take her in, mold her mind to their own ideals. That she always could, pick a side, if she wanted to. Once she figured out what she wanted.

Overwatch and Talon both loomed over her abandoned pod. each wanting a Martian, and her excellent mathematics and biochemistry skills, to themselves. The level of anti-grav tech in her boots alone would drive the industry forward a dozen years.

But Sloan knew. Intimately, what an organization like that could do to you. Sign up for one fight, and she'd never stop. Juno was moral, if to her own forming set that seemed to dip and sway as she learned the intricacies of socializing.

Multiple fights between Sloan and Mauga had started over taking advantage of her naivety- Mauga insisting she needed to learn, and Sloan dead set on a slow introduction to the world. If she had been associated with talon, or even overwatch, they would both manipulate the flow of information to get her morals on their side. She deserved a chance to figure them out on her own.

Their train of thought screeched to a halt as Junos hand tugged at theirs, pulling them close. She blinked up at Sloan, a huge smile across her face.

“Thank you. For bringing me here. I enjoyed the lights, and the beautiful patterns on the carpet.” she spoke honestly, eyes darting to Sloan’s mouth in a telltale way. Sloane smiled at her unique way of enjoying things.

“is there anything I can do to make your night better?” Sloan insinuated, pulling her closer by tossing an arm over her shoulder. Juno huddled closer, accepting the warmth and contact with ease. Her eyes did not break away from Sloan’s face, and her cheeks were becoming pink.

“No! Maybe, but, no! I had a lovely time experiencing this ‘arcade’ with you. You did everything right, i think,” Juno reassured, innuendo flying over her head even as Sloan traced fingers across her shoulders. She shivered. “-And I really enjoy spending time with you and Mauga, and I really enjoy that we can even kiss, and, I got this strange onion with a tail, and, maybe, if you're alright with it, we could kiss now? If you'd like.” Juno rambled, squeezing her Pachimaris tightly as she looked up at Sloan.

Sloan near groaned, overwhelming cute aggression filling their chest near bursting. They nodded, hand coming to pet gently through Juno's hair as they stopped walking for a moment. Juno could never kiss and walk. She either fell over or walked into the other person.

“Of course. But you don't need to ask.” Sloan murmured, hand moving down and pulling Juno in closer by the waist. Her cheeks were a lively pink, now, and she sputtered even as her grin grew and her hands shook with excitement. God damn, Sloan was so in love.

Their lips pressed together, Juno obediently closing her eyes even as Sloane looked at her. They could feel her smile grow wider against their mouth, then purse back together as if trying really hard to do it all right. Sloan licked her bottom lip, more to surprise her than anything else. Her whole body shivered, and she gasped into the kiss like she had been shocked. The Pachimari she was holding was crushed tight against her chest by her death grip.

“Not having too much fun without me, I hope.“ a deep voice grumbled, and Sloan pulled away to see Mauga leaning against the building to their left, shadows cloaking his form. In the moonlight, he looked terrifying. Every bit the beast talon had made him to be-His eyes traced up and down Sloan, excruciatingly slow and leaving them feeling hunted. His tongue swiped across fanged teeth.

The mercenary had his arms crossed, relaxed as ever, as if he had been waiting right there for them. Sloan wouldn't know. For such a big guy, he could be real quiet when he wanted.

“Oh!” Juno pulled away, bright eyes turned to Mauga, mouth slightly parted, cheeks flushed pink. Her hands flew to her lips, as if she could cover what they were doing just moments ago. A pulse of heat shot through Sloan at the sight. They weren't the only one, if Mauga rolling his shoulders and letting out a chuckle were anything to go by.

“You know I can't stay mad at you,” He teased, uncrossing his arms and standing straight. He hummed, stretching his arms over his head. Sloan and Juno's eyes dropped to the hem of his shirt- rising towards his belly button and revealing the fine hairs curling beneath. Peeking one eye open, Mauga grinned lazily at the two as he grunted, hands coming to rest in his pockets as he sauntered towards them. “Especially when you're looking like that.”

Juno yelped, shoving and rubbing her face into her Pachimaris as Mauga joined them. Her other hand shot out to hold onto the bottom hem of Sloan’s loose sweater.

Mauga paid no mind, releasing one hand to tilt up Juno’s chin. She stared helplessly at him, looking everywhere but his eyes as he hummed. When she tried to tuck her chin back down, his forefinger gripped harder and yanked her face back. She squeezed her eyes shut, flushed and utterly lost with what to do. Not for the first time, Sloan repressed the urge to pounce on her right then and there.

Mauga seemed to struggle with the same thought, eyes half lidded as he leaned closer to Juno. His mouth pressed against her ear, whispering something Sloan couldn't hear but made her squeak. Her eyes fluttered back open, however, and she licked her lips. Sloane just about had a heart attack.

“Yes, this one is.. yes. This one is for you.” The Martian managed to say, holding out the Pachimari with a scuba mask. Mauga released her chin, taking the plush with a quizzical look.

“I told her a little bit about Hawaii.” Sloan informed him, scooting closer to them both. The chill was only getting worse as the moon rose, and they could see goosebumps raising on Juno's bare arms. The hooded tank top had been a good choice during the day- but she would be regretting it soon.

“It'll be good target practice.” Mauga finally said, tossing the Pachimari up in the air and catching it. It squeaked, as if offended.

A comfortable silence fell between the three as they wandered aimlessly. It was rare- days like this. When they could all be together. Days where Sloan could look Mauga in the eyes with a little less fear than usual. Their respectives bosses, of course, had no idea of their dalliances. Hopefully.

Hidden from any organization that would take advantage, Juno had been living in chains of hotels across the world. Sloan would book the room the minute they got word of a mission. It wasn't foolproof- more than once, they had taken advantage of the hypertrains to meet her in an adjacent city, or called throughout the night from across the continent. The room was booked for Sloans aunt, and nobody had checked if it was truly her checking in or not.

Mauga saw her even less. Sloan couldn't name when this… Thing, they had, shifted from sleazy nights in cheap hotels to this. Sloan had never been this sweet with him, until she came. Playing in an arcade, both agents in disguises with cover stories for their superiors. Dates settled in an encrypted calendar, moments snuck in back alleys in the heat of battle.

If either organization found out who they had been hiding… Sloan would be okay. Winston would understand, he would see their concern for her. Their fear. Juno would be safe. They had agonized over telling him more than once. But they wouldn't let Overwatch keep her as a pawn- no matter how good the cause.

They didn't know what would happen to Mauga. Talon was less forgiving. Brutal. They had never asked him about it, and Mauga had never offered the information. It was unspoken, the risks they were taking to be with each other. With Juno.

Mauga hummed, glancing up and around. It was a strange hour- most everybody was at home or in the bars, leaving the streets empty save for strangers making their way to evening plans. Jetlag had kept Juno and Sloan awake, but they had no idea how Mauga was faring.

“Won't be able to stay out much longer,” He said casually, tucking his hands back into his pockets. “Got something in Thailand in the morning.”

Sloan caught his eye, frowning at the words. What was happening in Thailand? More specifically- what was Talon up to in Thailand? Their eyes met, and the message between them was clear.

Sloan had no way to verify where they got this information to Overwatch. Mauga would kill whoever got in his way. Sloan looked away.

“Oh, my hotel is only 11 blocks from here!” Juno offered, the flush of her cheeks settling. She hugged the Pachimari, looking between Sloan and Mauga with a hopeful expression. “Maybe you could both come visit? I know it is dangerous, and you can't stay the whole night but…” Her hands twisted together anxiously, squishing the plushie to her chest. “It is a really strange room! It looks very different than my other ones. It reminds me of home.”

Mauga and Sloan both eyed her. Sloan grimaced- it was a little risky. They had water emergency training with Cassidy, Winston and Ana tomorrow morning, and their presence would be sorely missed. Mauga looked contemplative, before a grin broke out across his face.

“Yeah, alright. Can't get enough of me, huh, glowbug?” Mauga teased, scooping Juno up as she squeaked. He set her upon his shoulder, their size difference astronomical with this angle. Juno gripped the shoulder of his shirt and laughed, leaning to press a kiss to the top of his unruly hair.

“I also have something in the morning…” Sloan started, regret clear in their voice.

“Cancel it,” Mauga demanded, though his grin remained and he didn't look away from Juno. Sloan hesitated, staring after him.

He was adjusting her position, now, urging her to wrap both thighs around his neck for a more proper hold. “C'mon, when was the last time we spent the night together?” Mauga asked, massive hands around Juno's thighs.

They hadn't, Sloan knew. Their time started as rushed minutes, and had dissolved into hours spent with each other. All day, even. Then they would fall into bed together, and they would detangle, and their lives would go on.

“If you cannot make it, I understand,” Juno added, even as her eyebrows creased. “...But, will I need to leave in the morning?”

“That's my job, doll.” Mauga interrupted, taking a few steps down the street, jostling Juno. She tightened her thighs further around his neck to stay still. Mauga didn't seem to mind. “You comin, wayfinder?”

Finally, he met their eyes.

Sloan bit their lip, running their options through their head. Could always leave after a few hours. Yeah, that would work.

“Pinche...Alrighty, let's do it!” They pumped a fist in the air at Juno's cheer, and the three began their walk at Juno's instruction. Sloan jogged to catch up to the two, bumping against Mauga's side. He pushed back, and grinned widely in their direction.

Hanamura is a beautiful city, even more so at night. The lights ricochet off each other and the wet concrete, drowning the world in color. People step to the side as the three walk through, Mauga unafraid to shove the occasional poor soul who didn't.

Juno filled the silence with this, and that. The bakery down the road with the honey crusted scones. That and this. The dog that looked like a cotton ball she saw in the park the other day. Her hotel neighbors yelling and groaning all night, for some reason.

“For some reason?” Sloan ventured, glancing up at Juno. She shrugged.

“I cant imagine they were fighting. I would have heard more crashing, I think.” Juno clarified, tilting her head in thought.

“Bumping uglies, I bet.”

“What?” Sloan sputtered, raising an eyebrow at Mauga.

“Getting frisky? Making love? Fucking, good and hard?” Mauga laughed, making Juno lurch forward to stay on his shoulder. “Wonder If it was just the two of em.”

“What do you mean?”

This time, both Mauga and Venture stopped to contemplate what the fuck just came out of Juno's mouth.

“Sex. Don't tell me you dont know it?” Sloan asked respectfully.

Mauga scoffed, though the corner of his mouth tilted up. “Or do. I've been told I'm a good teacher.”

Juno flushed bright red and began flapping her hands in a flurry. “I- yes! I know what… standard procedures, proceed childbirth. I just didn't know you. That three, people… is that an Earth thing?”

“I guess so. But people don't have sex just for childbirth, Juno. Humans have been having sex for fun since like, ever. Its a big part of queer history. Hey, the ancient Greeks even painted their walls and pots with men having sex. It was pretty normal for an older man and a younger man to have a, well, sometimes sexual and sometimes not, mentor type of relationship, in which they-”

“I can show you all sorts of fun Earth things, doll.” Mauga interrupted Sloan, bringing a hand up to squeeze Juno’s thigh. “Don't need to follow any ‘standard procedures’ to feel good.”

“Clustered comets.” Juno managed to say, hugging the Pachimari tight to her chest and crossing her knees over Maugas collarbones. Through the fabric of the plushie, she mumbled; “I would… like that.”

“Don't worry. I can tell, with how much you're squeezing.” Mauga pat her thigh, which loosened a little from his neck. He looked rather smug about it.

Sloan watched all this with great interest, admiring the way they smiled at each other. Even if they had interupted their impromptu lecture… It was a different sort of way than they smiled at Sloan, but. That was okay. More than okay, if the quickening of their breath was anything to go by.

“Uh, hey. Are we getting close to your hotel?” Sloan asked, already pulling out their phone to check the address.

At this, Juno sat straight up. Her gaze darting around the street, she pressed her heels against Maugas chest in a request to stop as she yelped. Hopping off his shoulders, Juno clasped her hands together and started apologizing.

“I'm so sorry, we actually passed it!! I must have been distracted, it's just a block this way. I'm sorry. Clustered Comets, I invite you both over and I can't even…” Juno's hand came to her mouth, nibbling at her fingertips.

Sloan caught their hand before she could, entwining them together. They leaned in and pressed their lips against hers, squeezing her hand in tandem. Juno tensed, and relaxed just as quick. She looked a little dazed as Sloan pulled away.

“let's just get there, ‘kay?” They murmured, glancing over at Mauga. The mercenary was twirling his scuba pachimari, contemplative look curling his brow. He glanced up at the weight of their eyes. Sloan raised an eyebrow, glanced him up and down. A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“Lead the way, baby.”

****

“You booked her a love hotel?”

“I didn't realize-”

“A god damn love hotel. What were you planning, Sloan?” Mauga teased, grin pulled across his face as he leaned over them.

“Shut up, doofus. It was an accident. Im not as practiced in my japanese!” They insisted, arms crossed over their chest. Their cheeks burned.

“What is a love hotel? Why is it different from a hotel?” Juno murmured, halting at the front desk to wave enthusiastically to the receptionist.

the receptionist had purple hair and dead eyes. She looked a little familiar. Regardless, she dragged those soulless eyes upward to look blankly at Juno, whose hand slowed its wave. after another moment of deadpan expression, she put it back down by her side and began to wring her fingers together. The receptionist looked back down at her screen.

“Oh…Come upstairs, I need to show you my welcome mat!” Juno insisted, spinning around and gesturing to Venture and Mauga. She jogged down the halfway towards the elevator. Sloan avoided eye contact with the receptionist as they speed walked past her desk.

“Do you have any condoms?” Mauga asked her.

Sloan walked faster.

Juno was waiting for them, twirling her fingers together until Sloan jogged up to hold her hand. Mauga turned the corner, tucking something in his back pocket.

“Ladies first!” Sloan insisted, following Juno into the elevator and taking her by the hand. She turned that radiant smile to them, eyes flickering across their face. Sloan couldn't help pressing a kiss to her mouth.

Mauga stepped into the elevator, filling the space with ease. He didn't turn towards the door, only raising an eyebrow at Juno until she pulled away from Sloan and punched in her floor number.

“Wait, why do you have a welcome mat?” Sloan's brain caught up, almost dizzy from the short kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you, uh, bring it with you? To each hotel?”

Juno twiddled her thumbs, an anxious crease on her own brow. “Yes…? Am I not supposed to? Mine stayed where I lived back home…”

Sloans heart sunk. With everything looming over her head, she wouldn't be able to truly settle down anywhere for a while. They pat her shoulder and gave what was hopefully a reassuring smile. “Its fine! Cute, even.”

“Only if it's a nice one,” Mauga told Juno, bracing his arm against the wall above her. His eyes raked over her, and she squeezed her pachimari to her chest. “You welcoming a lot of people to your room, glowbug?” He teased, tossing his own Pachimari towards Sloan. They struggled to catch it, sputtering as they almost dropped their own pachimari.

“Oh, no! My neighbors are always busy. You're my first guests!” Her hand strayed from her chest as If without permission, taking a hold of the gap between buttons on Maugas shirt. She tugged at it, turning him towards her effortlessly and looking up at him with a smile. “I hope I am a good host.”

“I'm not a good guest, so we'll be even.” He replied, free hand straying down to her face, tilting her chin up. His thumb caught on her lip, and Juno gasped so loudly Sloan almost laughed. Her cheeks flushed red again.

A ding signaled they had reached Juno's floor.

Mauga huffed, pressing his thumb against Juno's bottom lip. The tip of her tongue flicked against it, it seems against Juno's own accord, as she squeaked and got impossibly more red.

“Don't make us miss the door!” Sloan shoved at him in vain. The doofus was still in front of the door, blocking everyone's exit. Sloan was more than eager to get going.

Tilting his head, Mauga smirked down at them both and dropped his hands back to his pockets as he stepped out of the elevator. Sloan and Juno followed.

Juno took the lead down the hallway. She did indeed have a doormat- a plain thing with rabbits and ‘Welcome’ blazed across it in white, pink and blue lettering. Chickens danced around it. Sloan assumed it was from easter, and commented on it purely out of politeness.

When the door swung open, Maugas hands fell to his knees as he barked out a laugh. Sloan felt like melting into the floor. Juno was confused. She gestured to the space themed room.

A massive circle bed took up almost the entire back wall. It was barely raised from the ground, and it's frame was shaped like a UFO from those vintage alien movies. The walls were a dark, almost pitch blue, scattered with white paint meant to mimick stars. Several ambient lights, orbs of all sizes, hung from the tall ceiling in the color of planets. The massive window beyond the bed showcased the Hanamura skyline, neon lights dulled by what Sloan assumed was a one way privacy tint.

The path leading to the bed was painted onto the floor, a sparkling blue line tracing from the door. Another line of it extended from the bed, to the bathroom. The rest of the floor was black. A strange couch was near the only empty wall, alongside a couple more chairs. They were both angled towards the bed.

The bathroom. My god. Sloan only dragged their feet in at Juno's request, embarrassed by Mauga's loud and unstoppable teasing. They really hadn't meant to book a room here! Especially one so… oddly fitting.

The bathroom was clearly not meant for getting clean. A dark blue hot tub, damn near the size of Sloan’s entire bathroom at home, filled the space. little glass ‘peepholes’ lined the curved sides of it not attached to the wall, allowing anybody outside the tub to see what was going on underwater. On the wall behind the tub, a massive mural of a naked woman riding a rocket.

“Another cuck chair!” Mauga crowed in delight, gesturing wildly to the bright purple leather chair resting in front of the vanity, on the other side of the bathroom. The walls in here were black, though still littered with white paint stars. Glowing ones were stuck on as well. Dozens of pinprick lights in varying colors hung from the ceiling, a glowing path from the tub to the bed again.

“What is a cuck chair?” Juno asked politely, seemingly very proud of her room. Mauga dissolved back into a fit of giggles, and Sloan elected to pretend they hadn't heard her.

Juno hurried to the tiny kitchenette, in the corner of the room nearest to the door. It was pretty sad- two blocks of counterspace, with a mini fridge underneath one of them. A microwave was plopped on top. It didnt match the decor of the rest of the room at all. A large sticker of Saturn was slapped onto the wall behind it. She reached into a basket on the counter, spinning around to show off the cheap wine that had probably come with the room. Five wine glasses were tucked in there, too. Sloan eyed the massive bed on the other side of the room.

Ah, well. Sloan hadn't the chance to show her what good wine tasted like anyway. Juno twisted the cap off- a bad sign. This probably tasted better than straight tequila, at least.

Mauga seemed to recover enough to speak, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with a face-splitting grin as he approached the bed. Sloan diligently avoided eye contact.

“Reminds you of home, huh?” Mauga chuckled, eyeing the room again. He settled onto the edge of the bed, thighs dropping open casually.

“Yes! I have not seen a circular bed anywhere else. They are the best shape to sleep on,” Juno informed him cheerily, pouring three glasses of the wine. The bottle was left empty, and the glasses half full. Her fingers wrung together as she turned back to face them. “I do not have any snacks. I usually go to the store down the street, but I was so excited you were both coming over…” Uncertainty twisted her features.

“Don't worry about it! I'm not hungry anyway.” Sloan reassured her, taking her hands and pressing a kiss to the back of each palm. Juno flushed, a nervous smile creeping back onto her face. She glanced at Mauga.

“Terrible guest, remember?” Mauga said, leaning back on one arm as he looked them both up and down. “Though there is one thing I could eat.” His gaze settled on Juno, who obliviously brought a wine glass and handed it over. Sloan recieved one, too. after toeing off their shoes, they both settled on the bed with Mauga.

“I'm sorry, i don't… Wait! Unless you want a ‘moon pie?’ They do not resemble the moon at all, but I received a few with the wine.” Juno offered, pointing to the bedside table. Out of curiosity, Sloan carefully crawled over and set their wine glass atop it to open the single drawer. A Bible sat next to four pre-packaged snacks and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Sloan paused, baffled, scared and confused at the contents.

“That is… an interesting book.” Juno added, taking a nervous sip from her wine every few moments. She was sat on the very edge of the bed, knees pressed together and one leg bouncing.

“Usually isn't.” Sloan replied, closing the drawer after deciding Mauga probably wasn't really hungry. They licked their lips to rid the taste of the wine. A pregnant pause fell between the three. Sloan could feel their heart thumping in their chest. They had an idea of what they expected, coming here, but actually sharing a bed with them both…

“Cool room. I think the bath, er. Hot tub? Is my favorite. Good wine, too! Wow, kinda… bitter? Dry?” They chattered nervously, sipping at the wine with nothing else to do with their hands. It wasn't. Hot, that is. And the wine wasn't good. The concrete walls did little to insulate, and Juno had popped a window open when they walked in. Their clothes felt itchy.

“Think that's just you, wayfinder,” Mauga mocked, reclining against the wall with his hands behind his head. He fit right in, looking as relaxed as he ever did. Sloan bit down the annoyed jealousy in their chest. “I'm feeling pretty hot, myself.” With that, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

Juno and Sloan’s eyes were drawn to him in unison as he worked the next button. he watched them watch him, a strange dance, looking entirely smug as he stripped his massive shirt off his body and tossed it to the floor.

His tattoos looked magnificent, wrapping over his shoulders and down his chest. His red eyes darkened at the attention, subtly flexing his pecs until they bounced to attention. He grinned cheekily at them both.

Juno's hand seem to come forward on its own accord, pressing against the meat of his pec. She gasped, withdrawing for just enough time to set her empty wine glass down before pressing both hands against him.

“You are so warm!” Juno exclaimed, letting Mauga draw her into his lap with a pointed glance and a lazy roll of his hips. Her hands splayed across his massive chest, and her expression turned quizzical as she rested a cheek against his pec. “But, your chest is beating in two different places.” She frowned. “That doesn't seem very normal for humans…”

“Bigger is better. Needed an extra for all this,” Mauga replied, meeting Sloan’s eyes as he brought one hand forward to rest on Juno's hip. He nuzzled along her neck, teasing the edge of sharp teeth against the delicate skin. Sloan shivered, and he grinned. “Like you this way, too.” those words were spoken to Juno, and he leaned forward to truly hold her. He turned her to face Sloan, his palms groping along her body, squeezing her thighs, hips.

Sloan’s mouth dried, enchanted as Juno's eyes lidded. The Martian rolled her hips against Mauga’s hands in a filthy way, humming into his skin as her hands passed over the endless expanse of his chest. Mauga's hands found her ass, kneading and making her gasp.

Now the room was too hot. Sloan had hoped, almost assumed this was where the night had been going, once talk of ‘standard child making practices’ had come out of Juno's mouth and Mauga had gotten that glint in his eye. But actually seeing it, experiencing it, was different than the nights spent late imagining it. Just like those nights, their dick jerked In their underwear as they watched the two. Sloan pressed their thighs together. Bit their lip.

Mauga kept watching them. Eyes firmly on their face, the flush of their cheeks, the almost dazed expression they were surely wearing. His grin didn't fade, even as Juno covered her face in her hands. He kept pulling and groping and kissing and touching and Sloan was so hard they were going to be sick.

Juno paused, an instant so sudden it seemed almost guilty. “This is so… I want to, but…” she trailed off, cheeks a lively red and clearly embarrassed as she leaned back and glanced at Sloan. “If we are careful not to produce a child-”

Sloan interrupted her with a wheeze, nearly falling over themselves in shock at what the fuck just came out of her mouth. Mauga barked out a laugh, tracing that massive hand up her body to take her by the chin and turn her face flush against him. Juno tried to turn away, keep it in her hands. No use. She was captured.

“E le'i o'o, la'u fagafao.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the other side of her neck. His teeth nipped up to her ear. “How many months on earth, and I haven't even showed you porn yet. Shame on me.”

Juno shoved her hands over her eyes, mumbling something Sloan couldn't hear. They were stuck in place, pinned by an imaginary weight as they watched Maugas hands push underneath her tank top. Their heart raced as he pushed the fabric up, bunching it around her armpits and exposing the practical black sports bra.

“There you go, glowbug.” Mauga murmured, tugging the shirt back up when Juno tried to fix it. She didn't seem to be trying too hard, though. Her eyes locked with Sloan’s, and their whole body jumpstarted back to life at the look in her eyes.

Starving.

Sloan let their hand stray to the edge of their own shirt, watching with interest as Mauga pulled Juno's tank top off. His hands immediately went back to her chest, pinching and squeezing through her bra until she was gasping, nails pressing crescent moons into her skin. The marks faded the instant she pulled away. The ones on her neck didn't look the same.

Evidence of Mauga's own enjoyment pressed against Junos hip, a rising bulge in his shorts that he did little to hide. Sloan couldn't help themselves, pressing their thighs together and squirming as he touched her. The pad of his thumb traced under the edge of her bra.

They lifted their shirt as Mauga lifted her bra, leaving them both exposed. Juno’s nipples peaked in the chilled air, and Sloan tossed their sweater onto the floor, running over their tattoos covering the surgery scars. They paused at the knot of scar tissue on their shoulder.

“Oh, you also have tattoos!” Juno gasped out, reaching forward to touch their chest, following the dark flame patterns forming on their neck and ending at the top of their biceps and chest. Watched them with half lidded eyes. Unable to resist any longer, Sloan leaned over to press their mouths together. It was like a dam broke.

Juno moaned into the kiss, her hand finding Sloan’s hair and stroking through it as she rocked her hips. Sloan’s hands found her, too, replacing Mauga's by skimming them up her side. She was so soft. Sloan crowded closer.

Mauga didn't give them time to process, pulling Juno further onto his lap. Sloan was forced to chase them, straddling Mauga's thigh to face her. She looked up at them, tits exposed and mouth hanging open as Mauga groped her.

“Fuck. Made me wait too long, doll.” He groaned, teasing his teeth alongside Juno's neck. Juno kept her eyes on Sloan.

As if drawn by magnets, they fell into eachothers arms for another passionate kiss. Sloan peeked their tongue into Juno's mouth, licking up her muffled gasps as their hands traced delicate lines up her waist. They followed a path Mauga set, soothing skin reddened by his rough grip with soft, barely there touches.

Breaking away with a gasp, Sloan looked at them both- truly looked at them. Juno’s purple hair was beginning to get a mess, strands sticking up from the sides and front. Her eyes were half lidded and cloudy with lust, and she no longer tugged at the band of her bra to cover herself. Thighs splayed wide by Mauga's hands, Sloan could see her hips jerking against his bulge, the dark spot forming on her leggings.

Mauga's hand was on her thigh, rubbing the spot where her hips met her leg. He was relentless, squeezing and groping and biting the side of her neck. When Sloan met his red gaze, his smile was full of teeth and fangs as he rolled his hips again, making Juno gasp. His hair was wild, cascading over his shoulders and front. He reached forward.

They leaned towards his touch, and yelped as they were grabbed by the shoulder, pulled close. His thumb ground into the bullet wound, and Sloan cried out.

“Sloan? Are you-”

“They're fine, doll. Just getting a little excited, hm?” Mauga grinned at Sloan, abandoning the scar to pull them in by the waist. His hand immediately dipped towards the hem of their pants, as he worked his mouth along their neck.

Sloan bubbled with irritation, about to snap at Mauga. He knew it hurt, when he did that. He always did. Fucking always. They tried in vain to push his hands away, retort on the tip of their tongue.

“Don't. Not now. Let's show her a good time, baby.” Mauga murmured into their ear, nipping it before leaning back with a smug look on his face. Sloans mouth followed his for a moment, leaving them breathless and angry and hot and-

Then Mauga's face twisted, eyelids fluttering closed as he hummed deeply. He turned away, and, well. Sloan didn't want to miss what he was seeing. They didn't have time to think about him, now. Not with the view in front of them.

Juno had taken her leggings off. Her underwear were high rise and plain black, clinging to her hips as she sat forward on her knees, straddling Mauga backwards as best as she could. She even fidgeted her hips, slotting perfectly into place to keep rubbing herself against his dick.

She looked up at them both, craning her neck to look at Mauga. Raised her eyebrows. Maybe wondering why they were looking at her like that. Her tanktop and bra had been abandoned as well, and she rubbed her arms with her hands as she grimaced.

“Its cold. I want to…” her hand inched past her thighs, between her legs to touch Mauga's cock through his boxers. His hips jerked up at the sudden contact, and he let out a hiss as his cock bobbed under her fingers.

“Get over here.” Mauga demanded Sloan, pulling Juno flush against his stomach with ease. They scrambled to obey, sitting on his lap with her. He traced a hand down to rub over her panties. His finger under the waistband, Mauga pulled them away from her skin, teasingly. Then, in an instant, he yanked. The panties seam snapped, ripping them off Juno's body.

The Martian moaned almost comically loud. Her knees drew together as her face flushed red, the scent of her arousal filling the room.

Mauga grinned, gripping Juno's bare hip as he looked up to meet Sloans eyes. The glimmer in his eye was anything but innocent. “Your turn.”

Sloan didn't hesitate, nodding so hard their neck popped. They scrambled out of their pants and boxers, tossing them to the floor with little care. They resettled in Mauga's lap, reaching for Juno.

Mauga stopped them with a hand pressed against their chest. “Touch yourself,” he demanded, leaving no room for argument. Sloan’s cock throbbed, and they swallowed nervously.

“Why is yours bigger?” Juno asked, her knees still drawn together, regardless of how naked they both were. Her fingers stroked her own clit at a slow pace, and Sloan could smell how wet she was.

Inhaling deeply, Sloan spread their legs apart and lounged back, matching Junos pace and slowly jerking their cock between thumb and forefinger. They struggled to keep eye contact with Juno, gaze straying downward regardless of intent as she played with herself.

They intently didn't look at Mauga. His eyes burned into them.

“I have different hormones than you. And surgery,” Sloan explained shortly. They were more than willing to be a teacher- but didn't really have the focus for a lecture right now. Especially with her comment- it made them dizzy to think about how large their cock was now. “Means I could, uh. Fuck you with it, if you want. Different than bozo over there-” They tilted their head at Mauga. “But good.”

The giant of a man still held Juno on his stomach, lazily stroking his dick through his boxers just behind Sloan as he watched them both. He grinned wide at Sloan as he looked them up and down.

“You should fuck her mouth.” He suggested. Juno paused, thighs trembling.

Sloan squeezed their eyes shut, rhythm lost for a moment. Their tempo returned, speeding up as they blinked their eyes half open at Mauga. He met their gaze unflinching, staring them down. They huffed.

“Maybe next time.” Sloan muttered, pulling away from their own dick to grab Juno by the hips. They pulled her close. Abrupt as it was, Juno fell back against Mauga’s chest and squeaked as she was pressed against Sloan’s hips.

“Oh, my god.” Sloan breathed out, pressing their hips closer to Juno's. Their dick rubbed against the core of her, sticky with her excitement. Sloan rutted forward, dropping an arm to Maugas abs on her side, looming over her. With their other hand splayed over her folds, tracing their thumb up the side to begin to circle her clit. She was already throbbing.

“Oh, ah-” Juno moaned, thighs twitching like she wanted to slam them shut. Her hands strayed from their grip on Mauga's arm, shaking, and she held her own legs open. Sloan about had a heart attack, cock so hard it was aching. Evidence of their own enjoyment dripped from between their thighs, only serving to make them both messier.

“God damn. Look at you,” Mauga murmured from behind Juno, running his massive hands up her side to grope at her breasts. She lay upon his chest, and Sloan in his lap. Benefits to being larger than life. Sloan rolled their hips back against his cock.

“Didn't take you for a slut, glowbug. Spreading yourself wide for them.” his fingers found their mark, pinching against her nipples until she was gasping.

“No, I'm not-” Juno managed to say, cutting herself off as she squirmed. Her hands remained on her knees, trembling as she let out a high pitched whine. “Please.”

Mauga chuckled as Sloan picked up the pace, frotting themselves against her until their whole world was slick and wet and warm. Their other hand found her hips, dragging her impossibly closer. Their own breaths came out short.

“What are you beggin’ for?” Mauga murmured into Juno's ear, stroking along her shoulders as he gave her chest a break. Sloan could see his hips arch, could feel his cock hardening again on their backside. Wrapping his hand around the side of Juno's throat, Mauga pressed his thumb on the back of her neck to tilt her view back towards Sloan. “See what you're doing to them?”

“Fuck.” Sloan groaned, hips twitching as they met Juno's half lidded eyes. Her mouth was open, gasping out breaths. Her tongue swiped along her bottom lip, and Mauga followed it, pressing a finger inside her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut, her groan muffled and drawn out as she began to rock her hips against Sloan’s.

Their cock nudged against her entrance, again and again. The tip would catch on her clit, and Sloan dragged their hips down to press into her. They could feel her cunt pulsing, her thighs trembling against their hips. Sloan had picked the surgery they had for a reason- they could still feel every movement, every tightening of her cunt around them. Juno mumbled something around Mauga's finger, incoherent and muffled.

“Trying to say something?” Mauga grinned, fucking his finger into her mouth slowly. He dragged it out, pad of his finger pressing against her bottom lip as he took it out of her mouth. A fine line of spit connected them, and Mauga wiped it across her cheek. Whatever she was about to say was swallowed up by another groan as her back arched.

Hot and wet. Sloan groaned as their own dick jerked, and their hips were made wet with her cum. Maybe a bit more. It dribbled down the side of Mauga's hip, his cock bobbing to full length behind Sloan.

“Fuuuuck,” Mauga groaned, rolling his hips against Sloan as his hands wandered back to Juno's chest. “Messy, messy. Who's gonna clean you up this time?” Shooting a glance at Sloan, Mauga raised an eyebrow. Sloan bit the inside of their cheek, still recovering.

Mauga shrugged, easily scooping Juno off his chest and turning her to face him. Now, all Sloan could see was the curve of her back, and that perfect round ass still leaking cum onto his chest. They almost protested, until they realized what Mauga was doing.

“Right up here, doll.” He Instructed, pulling Juno closer by the hips until her bush was tickling his nose. At her hesitance, he simply picked her up and brought her to him- sitting her upon his face. Ravenous, he licked a wet stripe up the middle of her mess.

Juno yelped, squeezing her thighs around his face as her hips jerked forward. Mauga's hands remained on her hips, squeezing her ass and spreading her cheeks as he ate her out.

Enough neglect. Sloan dug a finger beneath the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down against the weight of his dick. Fuck. It had been a few weeks, at least, since they had fallen into eachothers arms. His size was impressive everytime.

Mauga didn't help, entirely focused on his task of sucking Juno's soul out through her clit. His boxers reached his knees, his cock bobbing straight up and drooling pre-cum to his hip. Sloan hummed, a smirk creeping across their face as they wrapped both hands around him and started to jerk him off.

Juno groaned out loud, her hips jerking against his face in frenzied movements. She grinded down on his mouth, blissfully unaware of face riding etiquette. Mauga didn't seem to mind, palming her ass to bring her impossibly closer to him. He hummed against her as his cock jerked in Sloan's hands, stiffening to full hardness.

Sloan dropped a hand to their genitals, dragging their fingers through their wetness, rubbing the tip of their dick with their fingertips. Mauga looked beautiful, his legs splayed apart and his cock twitching between their fingers. His hole winked temptingly under his balls, and Sloan pushed back the urge. Another day.

Fuck, they both looked so good. Sloan was dizzy as they brought their wet hand back up, slickening Mauga up more as they resumed a quick pace.

Juno hissed, her thighs trembling as she tried to sit up and away, escape Mauga's tongue. “I'm going to- ahha, Mauga-”

He gave no mercy, yanking her closer by the hips until her hands slapped over her mouth in a wordless yelp. her thighs clenched around Mauga's face, barely rocking against his tongue as she rode out her orgrasm.

Maugas own thighs twitched as his hips rocked up, fucking into Sloan's hands. He came as Juno couldn't hold it anymore, obscene and loud moans escaping from between her fingers as her spine slumped.

Sloan smirked, jerking Mauga off as they tucked their hair behind their ear. Then they leaned forward, licking the slit of his cock. Mauga's huffed against Juno, the air leaving his body as he continued eating her out- claiming his reward.

Sloan moved down, taking the head of his cock in their mouth. They swirled their tongue around the ridge, slowly, savoring the taste of him. They don't often get to take their time, like this. He usually fucked their throat and was done with it. Sloane banished the thought from their mind.

Their hands returned to jerking him off, faster now, as Juno inched herself back to rest on Mauga's chest. Sloan couldn't see much past her back, but she seemed to be leaning towards his face. The wet noise of them kissing reached their ears.

Mauga grunted, his knees trembling for a moment before he let out a long groan, painting Sloan’s throat with his cum as they forced him further into their mouth. It had been a while, so they could only get around half. Mauga didn't seem to mind, gently rocking into their mouth as he rode out the heat of his orgasm.

By the time Sloan pulled off his cock, Juno had slumped forward with her head tucked in the crook of Mauga's neck. The room was silent, save for their heavy breaths and Juno's soft, snoring ones. Mauga looked so beautiful, backlit by the city lights and body soft and pliant with his orgasm. For a moment he looked… Human. They looked away, feeling as if they were invading.

Sloan instead crawled to the edge of the bed, grappling for the last few sips of their wine. They swallowed it, though it did little to help their thirst. The miniature holo-clock read 3:26AM. They glanced over their shoulder.

Juno was passed out across Mauga's chest, her face tucked against his armpit with her legs splayed out. Mauga smirked at Sloan, still very much awake. His arms were behind his head, reclining naturally against the bedframe. He raised an eyebrow at them, silent question passing between the two.

They glanced back, biting their lip. They had water training in the morning. After Juno had arrived, their attendance had wavered in a few non essential Overwatch events. Ana had cracked down on them- it wasn't optional. Not anymore. But Juno looked so comfortable. And the bed was soft, even if the surroundings were a bit… much.

No, they had to go. They really couldn't miss another training. It would be suspicious at best, downright mutiny at worst. They glanced back at the bed. At least Mauga is here.

Here, and naked and comfortable, displaying a strange humanity they hadn't seen of him before. He looked smaller, somehow, Juno tucked against him and the colored lights dancing across his skin. Maybe he looked softer, was it. Without the stress of a battle on his back. Without the person suit he pulled over himself like a cloak, every time they met.

But his eyes were the same. Oddly calculating, dead, soulless. looking them up and down. His smile seemed stitched onto his face, the corners strained as he lowered his gaze. Mauga slowly adjusted Juno to cuddling a pillow instead, slipping out from underneath her.

Sloan watched in silence as he picked his boxers up off the floor, sitting on the edge of the circle bed. Mauga wiped the boxers gently across her back, cleaning her up. Then he tossed them to the floor again, forgotten. He reached for his shorts.

“Are you leaving?” Sloan couldn't help the indignant turn of their voice. It just didn't seem right, to leave her here alone. After all they did. All they showed each other, her. It felt special. Not something you sneak away from before she wakes.

“Aren't you?” Mauga quipped back, standing and pulling his shorts up at the same time. He raised an eyebrow at Sloan, his grin turning into more of a smirk. “Got something in Thailand, like I said.”

“Cancel it! Terrorists dont have, like, schedules!” Sloan whisper shouted.

Mauga pursed his lips, an inquisitive look crossing his face for half a moment. “Nah.”

They stood across the bed from each other, the space that seemed so perfect moments before now stretching miles between them. Sloan didn't dare break the silence, worried of waking Juno with a budding argument. Their mind turned over itself, unexpected anger and strange resentment they didn't understand flip flopping with their bone deep yearning.

Mauga slipped on his flip flops, humming a tune to himself. Sloan sputtered, waving their hands at him in exasperation.

“So its gonna be like us, then. You're gonna use her when it's convenient, like this-” they gestured to the bed. “-is all she means to you?” Sloan didn't mean for it to sound like a question. They couldn't name the bubbling In their chest. They only knew it burned.

Mauga chuckled, then. A throaty thing, clearly hushed due to present company. He shrugged, tying his hair up in an unruly ponytail as he grinned at Sloan.

“Hey, don't get all pissy with me, wayfinder,” it was said with mirth, but a dangerous edge ran below it. His huge hand brushed a strand of hair from Juno's face. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We're doing the same damn thing, right?”

He turned that grin to Sloan. Their brows furrowed, and they open their mouth to protest. They didn't want to leave Juno, they just. Had to. It wasn't the same. It wasn't.

“Holing her up in random hotels across the planet so you can get her whenever you want. Sex hotels!” Mauga waved a hand around the room. “Only when it's convenient, huh?” He hummed, eyes pinning Sloan to the spot. “Just when your boss says you can. Not nearly enough, isn't it? Bet that gets you pissed.”

And pissed they were. The world zeroed down to the space between them. Sloan wanted to lunge across it and punch his dumb fucking head. They wanted to beat him bloody. They wanted to make him take back those words. The words that were chilling their blood with stark realization.

“She's even got a doormat. You think she wants this life? Sneaking around? If she knew what she could have? She's alien enough as is.” Mauga huffed, amusement clear in his gaze as he shrugged. He made his way to the door, a hand resting casually in his pocket. “I'm just honest about it. You should try it sometime.”

And then he left. Sloan couldn't get a word in, fists shaking in fury and. Something else. Burying their face Into their palms, they rubbed at their eyes and let out a low groan. That wasn't how this was supposed to go. Clearly. They snuck a glance at Juno- unbelievably, still snoring against the pillow. Her bare legs were spread open. Mauga had pulled the thin excuse for a blanket over her.

They reclined, feeling the soft pillow against their back as they looked up. The ceiling was covered in lights. Orbs of all colors, glow in the dark paint simulating stars. They pulled out their phone, drafting a text to Ana. They bit their lip, glancing over at Juno again. At how empty the bed seemed to be, without Mauga between them. They hit send.

****

A thousand miles away, her phone dings. She was expecting it, weathered hands swiping her screen open as she scanned the message.

I'm really sorry for such late notice- I can't make it on time. Something came up. I can be there by 10!

Ana set it back down on the table, and crossed her legs. A long wire ran from the charging port of her phone, down the table, across the room. She picked up her teacup, sipping at it gingerly.

“Well?” She aimed those words at the only other being in the room, hunched over the massive computer spanning almost a dozen feet. Multiple screens lit him from the front, leaving Ana to see only his massive silhouette against the harsh glare. The other end of the cord plugged into an obscured port near the base of his system.

“Oh, uh. I've got it.” Winston confirmed, hitting a key to pinpoint the coordinates. He downloaded them, copying the file. One was swiped to the side, sending the file to a secure location. The other, he attached to a message. He hit send.

Ana's phone dinged again. She ignored it, moving to stand.

Winston spun in his chair, adjusting his glasses as he looked at her apologetically. “I'm sorry for such an intrusion. I just don't want any… Conflict of interest, within the team,” The gorilla stretched his massive arms upward, easily grabbing onto the railing drilled into the ceiling above him. He pulled himself up with ease, talking as he went.

“I'm sure it's nothing. I trust Sloan to do what they deem best with their time, I just… In case it's…” Winston floundered, rubbing the back of his neck in a strangely human gesture as he settled into a netted swing hanging from the ceiling.

“Don't want another Zurich.” Ana finished for him, dryly. She hummed, unplugging her phone and tucking it back in her pocket. “I understand, Winston. We do what we must.” she shook her head, picking up her teacup and plate. “I will send someone.“

“Someone quiet. We don't need to confront them if theres nothing to confront them about.” Winston requested, though it really should have been a command. He had that way about him- his sincerity was contagious. Perhaps it was about seeing an ape be more kind than some humans. Or yourself.

Ana nodded, tapping the screen to open the door. “Of course,” She stepped through, and her voice rang back from the hall. “And Winston? get some sleep, please.” The door shut.

Winston nodded absently, reaching below the net to pull out a tablet. Tapping a few links, and he was looking at a map. Multiple red dots littered it, areas and people of interest he still had to deal with. Omniums, deadlock hideouts. Finlay Docherty, for example. Or Gabriel Reyes. Shimada Hanzo.

Winston transferred the tablet to his feet to rub his eyes. What a mess, this all was. He zoomed in on the newest dot, pinged a soft yellow to indicate special status. Coordinates appeared on the side of the screen, alongside a tiny name.

Sloan Cameron.

Hanamura. They were in Hanamura.